歌词
One and one is 11
Two and two is 22
Won't somebody kindly tell me
What the government's tryin' to do
Dickie's just too tricky
For a chump like me to use, yeah
Well, you'd take that subcommittee serious, boy
You might get a seizure from the evenin' news
Well, millions and millions of dollars
Much as he might need
He could open up a chain of motels, people
On the highway, yes indeed
Quadrophonic desperation
You know, there'd be a cable all under your bed
Well, if you just might break some wind in your slumber
The FBI is gonna get your number
Gonna get you, gonna get you
Gonna jump up the subcommittee and get you
Gonna get your number (the FBI)
Gonna get your number (the FBI)
Gonna get your number (the FBI)
Gonna get your number (the FBI)
Done got your number (the FBI)
Done got your number (the FBI)
Gonna get your number (the FBI)
Gonna get your number
Gonna get your number
Gonna get your number
I'm tryin' not to worry
You know, you know I'm tryin' not to care
But you know, I get delighted
When some microphone's not there
Can't have no private conversations
Nowhere in the USA
Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the world
Find out that their government is just the same old, oh
Wanna tell you one thing right now
Wanna tell you one thing right here
Wanna tell you about the government
Wanna tell you about the sin of government
World wide government everywhere
Tricky Dickie
Full tricky
Cheating on you, lying to you
Everyday, every night
In the morning, in the evening
All the time, every time
You think he's telling you the truth
You know what's wrong, you know what's right
You think it's right, you know what's wrong
You think
You dream about the things that's gonna happen
But they never happen because everything that's right to you
Cheating to you
Trying to tell you what they gonna do but never doing what they really say
Let me tell you one more thing
Of the man they call Tricky
And he's tricky, that's why they call him Tricky
And his name is Dickie but he's still tricky
One more thing I wanna say right here
Cheating on you, lying to you
Trying to get your name, trying to get your number
Trying to find out where you're going
Where you're coming from, what you're gonna do
What you're thinking about, what you think you're gonna do
What you're thinking about every day and every night every time you get up in the morning
Don't you know
They cheated, they lied
They said they had my number
Yeah, they cheated
You know they lied
They said that they wanna be
Now I wanna tell you one more thing
Bebe Rebozo, Tricky Dickie
Everybody in the world
Gonna listen right now
If you don't wanna
Go through this anymore
If you want true, true, true, true (hey)
True, true, true
What you want? (True, hey)
What you want? (True, hey)
What you want? (True, hey)
What you want? (True, hey)
What you want? (True, hey)
Well
All them big shots got all the money
Switzerland and everywhere
They're strictly from commercial
And if you find out they don't care
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord)
Oh Lord, oh Lord (oh, Lord)
Oh Lord (oh, Lord)
Oh Lord, oh Lord (oh, Lord)
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Please, please don't make no reservation
In the GOP for me
Just take that San Clemente Magnetic Deviation
And make it say no vacancy
Here it comes, folks
Dickie's such an asshole
We mean it, Dick
Wee-ooh
Good night